I once had a friend who told me, “The less you know, the happier you are.” At first, I was shocked. But she wasn’t joking — and she wasn’t alone. Years later, I found myself in India, crying on the floor — not because I was miserable, but because I was so happy, so cracked open by the questions I had started asking, I didn’t know how to return to “normal life.”

This post is about what happens when you stop accepting things as they are and start asking: Why?
Why are we doing this?
Who does it serve?
And what happens when the world calls you difficult just for being awake?

Spoiler: I’m still asking. And I’m inviting you to ask with me.